colour suits me ill; or, what's worse, I hate clothes that one must prove to be of no colour at all. If the Muses coeli-gue vias et sidera monstrent, and qua m maria alia tumescant; why accipiant: but 'tis thrashing, to study philosophy in the abstruse authors. I am not against cultivating these studies, as they are certainly useful; but then they quite neglect all polite literature, all knowledge of this world. Indeed, such people have not much occasion for this latter; for they shut themselves up from it, and study till they know less than any one. Great mathematicians have been of great use; but the generality of them are quite uncon-versible: they frequent the stars, sub gedibusque vident niibes, but they can't see through them. I tell you what I see; that by living amongst them, I write of nothing else: my letters are all parallelograms, two sides equal to two sides; and every paragraph an axiom, that tells you nothing but what every mortal almost knows. By the way, your letters come under this description; for they contain nothing but what almost every mortal knows too, that knows you—that is, they are extremely agreeable, which they know you are capable of making them:—no one is better acquainted with it than
Your sincere friend,
13. To GEORGE MONTAGU.
DEAR GEORGE, King's College, March 20, 1737.
The first paragraph in my letter must be in answer to the last in yours; though I should be glad to make you the return you ask, by waiting on you myself. 'Tis not in my power, from more circumstances than one (which are needless to tell you), to accompany you and Lord Conway to Italy: you add to the pleasure it would give me, by asking it so